Chapter 6 Pan Family’s Abacus

In the Pan family courtyard, Song Mu asked Pan Wenhao a lot of things, but the final result was only one.

That's how no one saw Song Mu and went to Yanggang.

This made Song Mu feel even more strange. A simple bet between young people turned into an unsolvable puzzle.

It seems that I have just arrived in this world and a dark cloud is covered in front of me. It seems that it is unlikely to unravel the rumors about going to Yanggang.

Song Mu pondered for a moment. When Pan Wenhao saw that Song Mu stopped talking, he glanced at his mother again. He felt a little nervous and said immediately.

"Song Yan, I don't know what else to do. If it is gone, I will continue to review the book."

Eighteen-year-old Pan Wenhao was extremely obedient in front of his mother, but Song Mu heard that the corner of his mouth bent and said with a smile.

"Of course there is another thing, Pan Yan, we made an agreement that day, if we come back from outside the city..."

"Song... classmate, I know, after I finish my studies, I will go to find you."

Pan Wenhao immediately interrupted Song Mu's words, looking a little hurried. He knew what Song Mu was here to do.

But I never told my family that it was because of a bet with Song Mu. I just said that my classmates were fighting. Pan's mother was not aware of it, and there was no strange look on her face at this moment.

Song Mu also stopped when he saw the opportunity and immediately bowed.

"Then I won't disturb Pan Yanwen's book." As he said that, Song Mu turned around and wanted to leave, but he paused and turned his head and said to Pan Wenhao who breathed a sigh of relief.

"The eight chapters of "The Great Learning" read by Pan Yan: The so-called self-cultivation is to correct one's heart. If one has something angry and angry, one will not be able to be correct, one will not be able to be correct, one will not be able to be happy, one will not be able to be correct, one will not be able to be worried, one will not be able to be correct."

"It is everyone who advises us to read what we say. Master Xun taught us that we should recite loudly and have ambition in our hearts. Don't be humble, please encourage us."

Song Mu said this sentence at this moment with a somewhat critical tone.

Pan Wenhao's face changed when he heard Song Mu's words. At this moment, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, but he hurriedly hid it and agreed repeatedly, but his eyes kept glancing at Pan's mother next to him.

Pan's mother didn't say anything, just watched Song Mu leave.

"Although the Song family is in a down-and-out manner, it is also a cultural heritage. Hao'er, after reading the book, he prepared some gifts and went to apologize."

After Song Mu left, Pan's mother obviously had already seen the clues, but she had not explained it in front of others. Pan Wenhao, who heard this, responded quickly, but felt a little angry and angry in his heart.

The nerd dared to come to the door and slapped himself in the face in front of his mother. After walking through the gate of hell, did the Song surname have a bright heart and a leopard courage?

On this side, Pan Wenhao was kneeling to study, thinking in his heart how to give Song Mu a little good look in the future, and Song Mu had already returned home leisurely to start reading.

At dusk, Pan Shun, the Shiyang County Magistrate, returned to the house tiredly. After dinner, the father and son sat in the main room. When Pan Shun heard Pan Wenhao talk about what happened today, he frowned.

"Then what Song Mu really told you like this?"

"Yes, then Song Mu was so arrogant that he even learned from Master Xun to teach me a lesson. He wanted to rely on me for the reason for his accident!"

"Dad, the child must not be so insulting, especially Song Mu!"

Pan Wenhao and Pan Shun sat in the main room together, looking angry at this moment, as if their father was his backer, so Song Mu no longer needed to be afraid.

Pan Shun laughed twice when he heard Pan Wenhao's words, and the strands of beard on his thin face also trembled. He picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth, and said to Pan Wenhao.

"Interesting, Hao'er, you may not know that Song Mu was still scolding the Qi family's children on the street today, but somehow he inspired a literary force and actually injured the Qi family's slave. The Qi family's slave was carried home, and he was exhausted when he heard that he was not angry."

"What?!" Pan Wenhao said in surprise, but suddenly remembered something and asked with his mouth open: "Is it Song Mu did it?"

"good."

Pan Shun touched his beard, and a few lights flashed through his dark eyes.

"But he is obviously just a child." Pan Wenhao said with an uneasy expression.

"So what? Don't forget that the fourth generation ancestor of the Song family was the Minister of Rites of the Dawen Dynasty. He also wrote books to determine the lintel of the family. Now there are records in the county annals. Song Wenrong wrote books and wrote biography, and when he finished his book, he was promoted to the realm of a great scholar. His literary power could open mountains and seas, and thousands of demons were destroyed with his hand."

"It's just that the Song family has a tragic fate. Such a capable man has only lived for seventy years."

Pan Shun shook his head and raised his mouth and said, but his eyes looked at Pan Wenhao: "I guess it was because Song Mu understood the ancient book left by his ancestor. It's a pity."

Listening to Pan Shun saying this, Pan Wenhao's eyes became cold and he immediately said in a low voice.

"Dad, it was the child who failed last time. I don't know where the ancient book was hidden. The blue bricks in the Song family yard were cleaned up, and Song Mu had also carefully searched, but he had never seen it."

"But the child already has plans. When I go to the Fucheng Academy for a few days..."

"No." Pan Shun raised his hand to stop him at this time, with a little hesitant look.

"Recently, many cultural contexts in Qingzhou in the northern part have been destroyed. The Qing Tianwei of the imperial court wrote a letter saying that it was caused by demons, and the emperor is ordering a thorough investigation of the matter."

"If the Song family's cultural context is broken or there are other mistakes at this time, with the Yinze of his ancestors, the Ministry of Rites will definitely send someone to inquire."

"Besides, the teacher has been angry with Master Xun, and Song Mu has a juren's cultural power on his body, and he wants to protect him."

Pan Wenhao looked anxious: "Dad, but if there were those ancient books to warm up my spirit, I would definitely win the position of scholars in one fell swoop this time."

"Father, an 18-year-old scholar, think about it, not to mention taking away Jie Yuan from Jizhou Prefecture, there must be the top three Jizhou Prefecture."

"Father, don't you want to shine the lintel of our Pan family?"

Pan Wenhao said repeatedly, and the emotion in his words was even more moved. He even stood up and knelt beside Pan Shun, crying.

"Father, Shiyang County now has only three cultural contexts. Even if our Pan family has you as a county magistrate, it is still looked down upon. If I can get the Jinshi position, it will be a cultural context! It has become a cultural context, so my Pan family will also rise to the top!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Shun's expression changed a lot. Every word Pan Wenhao said was touching his heart.

Pan Shun was also a juren. He was also famous in Jizhou, but his son Pan Wenhao was not very talented. Pan Shun spent a lot of money and even came to the Qi family and Kong family, who had cultural heritage in the city to ask for advice on classics. This made Pan Wenhao barely get a child exam.

But even so, Pan Wenhao is very talented and wants to gather literary skills to be a scholar. I don’t know what year or month it will take.

Only the Song family, which has the longest cultural heritage, is now the Great Confucian Monument on the walls of Shiyang County. This Great Confucian Monument has made Shiyang County stable for a hundred years and has never had any major changes.

A great scholar's article can still suppress demons and peace. If you start with the ancient book written by Song Wenrong's efforts, how can you count the blessings in it?

Pan Shun, who had been living in the county magistrate for a long time, had his own plans in his heart. He had always coveted the ancient books of the Song family. Now that he was thinking about it, his expression became colder and colder.

Finally he snorted coldly.

"Forget it, I have my own arrangements for this matter, so you can feel at ease to warm up your books. Before you go to the city, your father will definitely find the ancient books of his Song family for you."

"But I also made it clear. If the scholar is not qualified to be a scholar, you will come back and marry and have children and grandchildren to become a talent!"

When Pan Wenhao heard this, his face was happy and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Pan Shun let out a breath and closed his eyes and leaned on the chair, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Three days later, Song Mu had almost finished his cultivation and wanted to go to the county school to attend classes.

It is already late summer now, and it is not long before the hospital examination.

Although the imperial examination system of the Wen Dynasty was inherited from the Tang Dynasty, with the great change of the imperial examination system of Wen Taizu Li Long, he chose wise men from all over the world to spread the cultural context by relying on his talents. The improved imperial examination system was somewhat similar to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and was more fair and just.

This college entrance examination coincides with the annual examination. All scholars from Shiyang County came to gather in the county school to prepare to complete the annual examination smoothly and then take next year's provincial examination.

Such opportunities are naturally a good time for children to ask scholars for advice. Song Mu has been studying at home these days and knows how to work behind closed doors. It is better to ask the old students about answering questions, and naturally he will not miss such an opportunity.

Holding the book that he had read several times in the past few days, Song Mu slowly walked to the gate of the county school. Before he could step in, he heard a person greeting him eagerly from behind.

"Brother Song, I've seen you today, but how can I be safe?"

The man came was a kind-faced peer, about the same age as Song Mu. He was the eldest grandson of the Kong family in Shiyang County. Seven years ago, Kong Siqi, the father of the Kongzong, became a Jinshi in one fell swoop, and also passed down a cultural context. The Kong family had a lot of contact with the Song family, which was also a cultural context.

Most of the supplements sent to the Kong family came from the Kong family.

"Thank you, Brother Kong, for taking care of you for these days, your health has improved a lot."

Song Mu also said with a smile, but his eyes inadvertently looked at the person following him.

It was a light green skirt with a hanging bun on his head. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his pretty face had a bit of a proud look. At this moment, his clear eyes were looking at Song Mu.

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